The Black Hill Hotel Mystery – 64

This excerpt is from the book entitled The Black Hill Hotel Mystery an English Murder Mystery book set in the winter countryside, starring two policemen who have been working together for a few years and get along well.


“They have, and someone has been killed, but I am not sure when or whether the two attacks are connected.”

“Forensics are on their way here?”


“They are, Bob, do you reckon you can make it up here in your car?”


“Molby’s driving so the car will probably be wrecked by the time it gets up here, but we will come up and help.”


“Right, when you do, get him to stop at the top of the hill, and walk the rest of the way – I don’t want him destroying any evidence. Understood?”


“Of course, sir, I will see you in a few minutes,” replied Street and headed back in the direction of  Clarke’s farm.


Knowles returned to the front door. He asked Wendy at Reception how Anne Martin was faring.


“She’s had a stiff brandy and is feeling slightly more cheerful; she’s not going to be going snowballing for a while.”


“That’s good to hear, where are the guests?”


“Miss Baxter has gone out, as have The Bensons, Mr James is in The Lounge as are The Jones, Anne and Wanda are in The Dining Room with Annette, and that’s all I know.”


“Thanks Wendy, I will see you soon.” With that Knowles went to see how Barnes and the body were getting on.


We walked down the side of the hotel to the stile, climbed over, and walked towards the woods. He cut through towards the hut and the road. It took him about seven minutes in his wellingtons to make this trip.


He saw Barnes at the brow of the hill looking towards the river, waiting for the Forensics team to appear. Knowles waved at Barnes who pointed very animatedly down the hill – someone was obviously coming to see them. Knowles hoped that Molby didn’t crash into the Forensics vehicle. Barnes came walking towards Knowles and mimed someone carrying a stretcher, so obviously Forensics were going to get here first. Knowles looked down at the body; the snow had covered up the arm again and only the hand was showing.


“Sergeant Barnes, do I gather from your mime that the Forensics team are approaching?”


“They are, sir,” replied Barnes.

Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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